I need a bait and eyeliner.

wobsession:

They are on a ship.

They practically ship themselves.

bringromanticismback:

captaintattybojangles:

BENEDICT. IN. A. TOP. HAT.

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FOR GOD’S SAKE, GIVE ME THE AIR DATE!

FOR GOD’S SAKE, GIVE ME REBECCA PROMOS! 

(via escapethenest)

completelycumberbatched:

I know I’m probably the last person to notice this, but MIRANDA!

(No, I don’t know why I was looking at the background either…)

(via fuckyeahmirandahart)

Occasionally Sylvia was worried to know why people — as they sometimes did — told her that her husband had great gifts. To her he was merely unaccountable. His actions and opinions seemed simply the products of caprice — like her own; and since she knew that most of her own manifestations were a matter of contrariety, she abandoned the habit of thinking much about him.

Parade’s End

(via suchasadaffair)